Here stands tall
Above none
A man without a soul
Beneath his bones.
Left with nothing he is
Not even a faintest wish
And if anything
It is to cease to exist
to stop being.
And come pricking tonight
into his stony head
and down his heart dead
a subtle thought,
thus breathing:
I am
Not even a nobody I am
Not even a nothing to name
Not even a none to blame
I'm nought
I'm nil
I never am
Then down he sits
with his head drooped
back stooped
when a sudden Presence
comes to his sense
and waits.
It says, "You do well
you go my way
you hear my say
that nonexistence
is a pleasance;
you never were
you never are
never be you will."
